Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Television,
Technova,
The Index,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.